Cursed with immortality, Cain spends millennia shaping and corrupting humanity in his own image, until the apocalypse demands a choice between redemption and damnation.
Before the Flood.
Before Babel.
Before history learned to hide its monsters…
Cain became something the living were never meant to understand.
For readers of The Stand.
For lovers of biblical mysteries.
For those who seek darkness with meaning.
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“I got ADDICTED to reading it… I couldn’t stop. The mix of past, present and future blew my mind.” — RM, United Kingdom
“I didn’t expect Cain as a vampire… but the way history and fiction collide is simply incredible.” — Ju Ribeiro
“This book goes beyond religion. It’s about choices, eternity and redemption.” — Alessandra Siqueira
“It went straight to my soul. I even brought it to therapy.” — Diego O.
“For those who dare to question faith, immortality, and destiny.” — Alice L.
His books are not meant to entertain. They are meant to disturb.
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“A chilling and unforgettable epic… Cain is remarkable, not just an original vampire but a being more powerful than evil, fighting for everything he holds dear.”
— Alex Ndirangu, Readers’ Favorite (Reviewed June 8, 2025)
# 1 Amazon Bestseller in Brasil
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— 5.0 rating
“A creative retelling that melds fantasy with biblical history and philosophical depth.”
— BookLife Prize by Publishers Weekly
Member of the British Fantasy Society
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P. E. N. Bortolotti
P.E.N. Bortolotti writes biblical speculative fiction where scripture collides with apocalyptic futures and moral dilemmas.
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The price of my mortal life was the blood of a man whose name I never knew.”
Cain did not understand it at first.
He did not grow stronger because he lived forever.
He grew stronger because he was no longer alive.
His heart no longer beat.
His lungs no longer needed air.
His body did not belong to the world of the living anymore.
And yet, he still remembered God.
That was the true curse.
Not immortality.
But eternity with memory.
Eternity with guilt.
Eternity knowing the face of the One who marked him.
The Mark did not remove his humanity.
It forced him to carry it forever.